Gemotions

The clinking of dishes and the murmur of conversation from the apartment next door seemed louder than usual. He had been having a raucous game night, celebrating a new job. Now, as he walked to get the mail, he felt his face flush red as he saw the neighbor's door slightly ajar.

He knew she would be home, preparing dinner and likely trying to relax after a long day at work. He should have thought of her. He'd been so wrapped up in the excitement, in the shared laughter, that he’d completely forgotten about consideration.

He found himself looking at the floor, unable to make eye contact with his neighbor, who was now standing at the door. He mumbled an apology, his voice barely audible, and quickly retreated back inside his own apartment. The door closing behind him felt like a heavy punishment.